Everyone know it's hot
In the land of the elephants.
Black hand, yellow sand
And the call of the unknown
Silently the procession of giants
drags through the sultry jungle night.
At night you hear the drums droning
But you'll never understand
What the eyes of an elephant's see.
You can hear the beat of voodoo* drums,
But you'll never understand
What the eyes of an elephant's see.
Europe, USA, Africa, three planets
Lion hunt, microchips, evil ghosts and rockets.
Like an arrow the voice of the giants
whizzes through the sultry jungle night.
At night you hear the drums droning
But you'll never understand
What the eyes of an elephant's see.
You can hear the beat of voodoo* drums,
But you'll never understand
What the eyes of an elephant's see.
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*'vodou' seems to be the correct spelling I learned recently...